Poem: spiral

Plummeting into the depths below where it stops no one knows. Spiraling, twisting out of control endless abyss into a world unknown. Meticulous blunders with each sweeping wave. Round and round again like a merry-go , off the ground. Dazzling frazzling to the brain enough to cause insanity. Entrapment , re-enactment of the past and future conspiracy. What to behold by all eyes does this ride have a compromise? Creations with no names, defining by mortals sins no particular way to venture but down below.

Published by N.K. Sterling

A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA.

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